A Time to Talk


Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
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And shout from where I am, What is it?
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.

-Robert Frost (1874-1963)
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UJADI ZINDAGI

Tera meri iss ujadi zindagi main aana,

Kaash koi shabd bayaan kar paate.

Par kya

Final Moments

It wrecks me, that last moment

that played out so wrong.

Our hopeless eyes locked

doston dekho insaan kahan se kahan ja raha hai

अपने दोस्त को जो उधार दे वो मूर्ख कहलà¤

Love On Reserve

We knew love had no space.

No choice, but to force it into

tight space. We handle

Your Lips..

Lips sweet as sugar,

how to touch them I linger.

Lips that enslave me with their

KYA DIN THE BATCH PAN KE

Hum se hamara bachpn chhinne tub jawani ati hai,

Sirf yaden chhod jati hai sari khushiyan

still hold the most space in our hearts.

And then I realized

that to be

more alive

I had to

be less

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wo dot kahan gum gay

ना जाने वो दोस्त कहां गुम हो गया जिसकà¥

Key 2 my HE@RT!!!!!
As i feel d tear go down my cheek,
I notice that my heart is weak,
For the lov

Back To Strangers

We started as strangers.

We fell and became lovers.

We started with a, "Hi,"

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